User blog comment:Thornclaw Braveheart/Starship Redwall/@comment-2006360-20100611042228

Moliere steadies himself and spins around, dodging the blast. He slices at your ankle, gets up, and kicks you onto the ground. He grabs the rifle and breaks it over his knee, and 20 Gaboolians with plasma rifles surround your form.

Moliere: Time we ended our rivalry.

Gaboolian: So do we shoot him?

Moliere: Not yet, my comrades. Let him enjoy his defeat!